Patrick trotted off, like a pony in a parade, proud and confident. Elizabeth walked slowly and steadily toward the group of assembled children. She stood erect, her hands folded at her waist. Her head was held high, and she floated.
Recess was over and children were all in their places. Here it was - the moment. The workbook was exactly where Patrick said it would be. She only had to do a quick switch; she was focused.
As the Penguin, on the brink of monster-hood, turned to walk down the aisle that separated the students, Elizabeth slipped the workbook into place, done. No one seemed to see except Katherine who was pretending to be busy with her own work. She had made a career out of watching without being noticed.
Elizabeth looked at the Penguin and thought that today the nun looked mo
